(feat. Squig) [Shyheim] Yo, what the deal? Criminals, what up? We're not born we're created From the streets And this goes out to all my thugs, criminals
(feat. Down Low Recka, K-Tez, Rubbabandz) [Shyheim] Yo, check it on out (yea, yea) Yea, it's the Rugged Child in the hid-ouse (Definitely that) KnowI
like Ghost, I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice [Chorus] [Interlude: Shyheim] Yeah, flick up your lighters It's Bottom Up, nigga [Shyheim] I
sing [Shyheim] I'm ghetto like ?sun-do?, Wu-Tang Clansman We banned from the tunnel, [Hell Razah] We're scorin touchdowns, well yall wack rappers fumble [Shyheim
(feat. Rubbabandz) [Rubbabandz] Never say, never say [gun shots, man screaming] [maniacal laughing] Never say [Shyheim] "Rugged hip-hop" [cut and scratched
(feat. Big Daddy Kane, G.P. Wu) [Intro: Shyheim] Yo, y'all crazy, son Big up June Lova, word up How you feel Killa Kane? Comin at'ca like this, word
Name, nothing says your name" [Shyheim] I knew New York, before Brooklyn, Queens and the Bronx Manhattan and Staten Island, Shyheim, you know the kid
[Shyheim] Yeah yeah, hah It don't stop Sid, Vince, Tyler Ta'He, Rubbabandz Killa Kane, Redman Let's go to war, baby! [Chorus: Shyheim] I keep it real
(feat. Bee-Gee) [Intro: Shyheim] Damn, you ever see somebody you never thought You was gonna see again, word That shit is real, yo Nigga should do real
ain't home? Yo this L.E.O., this your cousin Pick up the phone God Yo I got somethin to tell you God Damn God, yo when you get my message God Hit me, aight? [Shyheim
(feat. Mike Moleses) [Intro: Shyheim (Mike Moleses)] Yeah (Uh) This for the soundtrack (Unh Hunh) Soundtrack (Unh Hunh) 27 (Unh Hunh) Soundtrack Sparks
clerk, to get me out the dirt Put it in my aunt's name, because she work We don't jerk one another, or try to blow each other's cover My mother's like
All] Pass it off and move it back [DLR] I'm reachin in my napsack [All] Pass it off I wanna flip [Rub] Let me show you how [All] Pass it off [echoes] [Shyheim
(feat. Rza, Gza) [Shyheim] This is on some Cash Rules Everything Around Me type thought Yo bust it yo, yo We was chillin on the ave, buggin out lookin
[Chorus:] One's 4 da money, 2's 4 da show If you're clockin mad dough let me hear ya say - hoe! [repeat] One's 4 da money cause you know that cash
